Jon Snow Runs Away From Winterfell Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Snow’s face turned a deep purplish red, and her eyes started rolling back. “My father is dead! I want your whole family to pay for this!” Linda screamed and ran at Zeke. She hit him hard on the back. “Let go of my daughter! You crazy man! You’re killing her!” Peter quickly joined too. He and several officers struggled with all their strength to pull them apart. Snow collapsed to the floor. She clutched her neck and coughed violently. Tears and snot covered her face. “Zeke, how can you blame me?!” she screamed in hysteria.

I had a feeling there was a lot more to the story than they were telling, but now was not the time to touch those buttons. I went out to meet Snow; we said goodbye to everything, and I drove her to the hospital. There, I stayed with her after she refused to stay at Winter's house, who left minutes later with her mother. Snow was still tense, and I could tell she was a little scared, which made my wolf cling to her. And I couldn't refuse, not when I knew that, at the end of it all, I was going to reject her.

His Alpha instincts screamed that something was wrong. When his gaze landed on the iced-over table, he frowned. He clearly remembered it being wooden—so how the hell had it become ice? Another creak sounded, and Logan turned his gaze to the door, not realizing that Snow had already escaped through the window while he was distracted. Snow exhaled sharply as she ran from the infirmary, her hoodie pulled over her head and a face mask covering the lower half of her face. She made sure to keep her head lowered so no one would catch sight of her pitch-white eyes.

There were footsteps in all directions and I had no clue who any of them belonged too. “Luna Ashley, please close the door” Jordan had followed me and was trying to plead with me but I wanted to leave, I wanted to go and experience the snow, I wanted to find Daryl. I shoot her a look of annoyance and step out into the cold snow. Silence filled the land, snow draped the trees leading to the woods and rested on top of houses, it was beautiful, just like in some stories that I had read. I continued to march through the snow and small snowballs were gathering on my joggers. Jordan ran along side me, begging me to go back inside but I ignored her. If Daryl was going to keep abandoning me, then I

I calm myself down and try again, “I know how you’re feeling sir. Let me-’’ “You don't know how I feel! You know nothing!” he shouts impatiently. My eardrums hurt. “I am not Jon Snow,” I whisper sarcastically. “What?” “I said it’ll snow soon. So let me take care of it for you and then you can finally buy that shovel,” I say instead with a soothing voice.

She just wanted to be close to Kaze. “I’m staying with the Wittersons. You can come over if you want to, but I was worried you might not be used to it, so I arranged for a hotel instead.” Kaze did not know why Snow asked that question, but he responded out of politeness, anyway. “You’re staying with the Wittersons? Are you close to them? I heard you tried to set up Mr. Witterson before. What happened afterward?” Snow was not familiar with the situation in Westeros. However, she had heard some things.

I thought of asking her to stay again, but since tomorrow is Christmas morning, I know Winter will want to wake up with her family. I walked Winter home to Donna and Jared's house for the evening. I hated leaving her side. As we reached the house, Winter paused for a moment before turning to me. Her eyes filled with sadness. "My love, what's the matter?" I asked pulling her into a hug. "I just hate being away from you, babe." Winter sniffled into my neck as she hugged me back. My heart ached, I didn't want to be away from her either. "Hey," I said getting her attention but putting both of my hands on her head and gently have her look up at me, "I hate being away from you too. We will see eac

Jaxson I leave Aurora behind for the afternoon, setting her up with some lunch and watching her demolish her plate before promptly falling asleep with Snowflake in grip. I was able to move her to the bed this time, watching her settle into the pillows, and I leave for the village pack nearby. I won’t be long, and I would smell a rogue anywhere within a hundred miles from this place, so I’m not too worried about brother dearest showing up.

“I don’t think I will go to the ball, but I will do some shopping. Jordan told me that the shops in Avalon, the capital of the Diamond Realm, sell the best sweets. The chocolate is better than the Swiss one. Or so he says. Sky’s birthday is in March, and I don’t think I will have another chance to visit the Diamond Realm, and I really want to buy her something nice.” The cold Winter wind starts blowing again. Two months have passed since Caleb died—two months of constant pain. “I will be away only for a few days. Until after Yule,” I quickly correct myself. “I think I heard Jordan saying we will be back on the 24th so we can spend Christmas with our loved ones.” At least I have Sky. “Conon w

"I want to see Winter." He ripped the IV needle out of his hand. Blood immediately seeped down his wrist, but he didn't even notice it. He looked like a walking corpse, yet his eyes burned with a hellish rage. Winter was in the next room. She was frantically booking a flight abroad on her phone. Now that I was dead, things had blown way out of proportion. She had to bolt. Just as she tapped "pay", the door was kicked open with a loud bang. Hunter emerged, covered in a suffocating ring of hostility, like a vengeful spirit coming to collect a life.